clean up "fancy" characters throughout data files

1 files changed, 3 insertions, 3 deletions

diff --git a/album/shortcuts.yaml b/album/shortcuts.yaml
index 7d58238..f76905b 100644
--- a/album/shortcuts.yaml
+++ b/album/shortcuts.yaml
@@ -43,7 +43,7 @@ URLs:
 - https://casualsunday.bandcamp.com/track/a-scape-2
 Commentary: |-
     <i>Marcy Nabors:</i>
-    Ashburn is your quintessential D.C. suburb. Quiet save for birds, barking dogs, and the subtle but constant drone of faraway highway noise, it’s a beautiful and peaceful place to live. Unfortunately, life in Ashburn can get a bit dull after high school: Friends leave for college and there’s no easy public transportation to the hour-away city, so there’s not much to do outside the house except take walks through the scenic woods and hillsides. If you’re not the outdoorsy type (and especially if you work from home), a reclusive life can be easy to fall into. With this song I intend to convey the strange dichotomy between the semi-natural beauty of Ashburn’s ample wooded landscape and carefully maintained lawns, and the ever-present plasticity that permeates both the town and my necessarily internet-centric lifestyle.
+    Ashburn is your quintessential D.C. suburb. Quiet save for birds, barking dogs, and the subtle but constant drone of faraway highway noise, it's a beautiful and peaceful place to live. Unfortunately, life in Ashburn can get a bit dull after high school: Friends leave for college and there's no easy public transportation to the hour-away city, so there's not much to do outside the house except take walks through the scenic woods and hillsides. If you're not the outdoorsy type (and especially if you work from home), a reclusive life can be easy to fall into. With this song I intend to convey the strange dichotomy between the semi-natural beauty of Ashburn's ample wooded landscape and carefully maintained lawns, and the ever-present plasticity that permeates both the town and my necessarily internet-centric lifestyle.
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 Track: '14121'
 Artists:
@@ -113,7 +113,7 @@ Lyrics: |-
     wait<br>wait<br>wait<br>wait<br>wait<br>wait<br>wait<br>wai
 Commentary: |-
     <i>Corbin Pangilinan:</i>
-    Last year, my freshman year of college, I was put into a dorm that was across the street from the campus proper. The first few days of the semester came just fine, but the following weeks slowly fell into the same, everyday rut and I found my routine pretty quickly tiring. For me, the start of every day would be crossing that main street in the city, which had a walk signal, as most city street crossings tend to. I'd push the button, which would evoke a very sharp click (and honestly, it was pretty satisfying to push; the morning ennui pushed me to observe that) and then the walk sign would come on, very rhythmically, stating, “WAIT.” When it came time to cross, it always repeated, “WALK SIGN IS ON. WALK SIGN IS ON. WALK SIGN IS-” at which point it would abruptly cut off and begin counting. The total time for crossing came to about thirty seconds or so, and I'd put my head down and walk along with the other freshman or whoever came to that street corner to walk at that particular time. As the semester dragged on, I started to imagine songs in order to break up the monotony a little, to the point where I would be walking across the street completely absorbed in my thoughts until the beeping of the walk signal, awaiting its next input, would come in and I'd find myself across the street. North Walk/South Walk encompasses the feeling of that 30 second time period, and indeed, the essential spirit of my freshman year in Norfolk.
+    Last year, my freshman year of college, I was put into a dorm that was across the street from the campus proper. The first few days of the semester came just fine, but the following weeks slowly fell into the same, everyday rut and I found my routine pretty quickly tiring. For me, the start of every day would be crossing that main street in the city, which had a walk signal, as most city street crossings tend to. I'd push the button, which would evoke a very sharp click (and honestly, it was pretty satisfying to push; the morning ennui pushed me to observe that) and then the walk sign would come on, very rhythmically, stating, "WAIT." When it came time to cross, it always repeated, "WALK SIGN IS ON. WALK SIGN IS ON. WALK SIGN IS-" at which point it would abruptly cut off and begin counting. The total time for crossing came to about thirty seconds or so, and I'd put my head down and walk along with the other freshman or whoever came to that street corner to walk at that particular time. As the semester dragged on, I started to imagine songs in order to break up the monotony a little, to the point where I would be walking across the street completely absorbed in my thoughts until the beeping of the walk signal, awaiting its next input, would come in and I'd find myself across the street. North Walk/South Walk encompasses the feeling of that 30 second time period, and indeed, the essential spirit of my freshman year in Norfolk.
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 Track: Loop 1
 Artists:
@@ -139,7 +139,7 @@ URLs:
 Lyrics: |-
     On noisy urban nights<br>A pulse beneath the skin<br>Lose sight of the evening sky
     The cold fluorescent lights<br>The bodies pressing in<br>Each page a new place to hide
-    A look that’s calling out<br>A draw to meet their eyes<br>So nervously turn aside
+    A look that's calling out<br>A draw to meet their eyes<br>So nervously turn aside
     A human connection?<br>Then head for the escape<br>The doors close the moment slips away
     On noisy urban nights<br>In scraps of poetry<br>All lost to the world outside
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